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couldn’t control on their own.”
Her mother coughed and Bridjett watched as Jean watched the address, pensive, her right hand over her chest. She didn’t like what was happening around her and she definitely didn’t need to see what it was doing to her husband.
“ We don’t say, please. We don’t say, thank you. Our children do not respect our histories, let alone the living treasures of our past – their parents and grandparents. More and more of our future leaders are illiterate and overweight with the United States leading the charge. What does it say for a world when its biggest influence on its people is for all intents and purposes the least educated and lesser valued of all the alleged ‘civilized states?’ Draco took a sip of water and again took a moment for his words to sink in. “A new order, a new world had to be established to simply reboot the system that has failed us for decades. If we hadn’t, this world would eventually cease to exist and the NWO was not going to sit back and allow this to happen. So it’s up to…”
The screen went black and the television’s remote hit the monitor seconds later as Norman roared at the dead communications medium. He stood from his recliner, his body tense, face red, sweat glistening from his brow.
“ What the Hell, dad?” Shad challenged his father. “What is your problem?”
Norman roared with laughter then moved closer to his son, seated on the floor against the couch Jean occupied. The Alexi patriarch’s finger pointer firmly down on his son.
“ That’s rich, my problem?” Spittle flew from Norman’s lips. “The elite bastards created the problem and our lemming asses followed suit, you moron! How dare that monster tell us we needed to make changes because of our apparent lack of control? Our lack of proper behavior? Is he right? Sure he is! But he is only right because, all the rich fucks before him all around the world started this shit. Tolerance. Feelings. Political correctness! All of that shit did was create more animosity and ill will. If they allowed people to live their lives and not tell people how to live, things would have been fine. As long as people just minded their own business and didn’t physically harm anyone we were going to be okay!”
Shad stood up and stepped to his father inching within a feet of Norman.
“ What are you, living in a dream land?” Shad shot back. “There Is a lot of bad things happening out there dad. It’s time we took back this country and the good people started taking back the world in general. You can blame the government all you want, but the people voted our past and present leaders in and they themselves are to blame for their actions and nothing else.”
Norman noticed his arm was still raised, pointing, and immediately dropped it to his side. He was still fuming and he took a breath.
“ Son, you don’t see the big picture here,” he tried to lower his voice a bit and succeeded in doing so. “Yes, we voted them in. Yes, we should not blame anyone else for our actions. But, son, a father is a leader to his family and I tried to do a good job for you. I hope I did?”
Shad, tension still tightening his jaw, his eyes blazing, nodded.
“ So if I did, I am your leader, your tone setter, I set the standard,” Norman continued. “Sure, if I beat your mother, which thank God, I don’t and you copied me, it would still ultimately be your bad. But, I am the one who set the tone and who would I be to judge only you? Punish only you?”
Shad, stubborn like his father, said nothing.
“ These crooked, alleged, leaders of ours are the ones who set the table and society willingly sat down and ate from it,” Norman stepped closer to his son, reached out and place a hand on Shad’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “But the question is, if we all get sick from food poisoning do we take the blame for eating the meal or does someone ultimately have to punish the cook too?”
Shad looked
Her mother coughed and Bridjett watched as Jean watched the address, pensive, her right hand over her chest. She didn’t like what was happening around her and she definitely didn’t need to see what it was doing to her husband.
“ We don’t say, please. We don’t say, thank you. Our children do not respect our histories, let alone the living treasures of our past – their parents and grandparents. More and more of our future leaders are illiterate and overweight with the United States leading the charge. What does it say for a world when its biggest influence on its people is for all intents and purposes the least educated and lesser valued of all the alleged ‘civilized states?’ Draco took a sip of water and again took a moment for his words to sink in. “A new order, a new world had to be established to simply reboot the system that has failed us for decades. If we hadn’t, this world would eventually cease to exist and the NWO was not going to sit back and allow this to happen. So it’s up to…”
The screen went black and the television’s remote hit the monitor seconds later as Norman roared at the dead communications medium. He stood from his recliner, his body tense, face red, sweat glistening from his brow.
“ What the Hell, dad?” Shad challenged his father. “What is your problem?”
Norman roared with laughter then moved closer to his son, seated on the floor against the couch Jean occupied. The Alexi patriarch’s finger pointer firmly down on his son.
“ That’s rich, my problem?” Spittle flew from Norman’s lips. “The elite bastards created the problem and our lemming asses followed suit, you moron! How dare that monster tell us we needed to make changes because of our apparent lack of control? Our lack of proper behavior? Is he right? Sure he is! But he is only right because, all the rich fucks before him all around the world started this shit. Tolerance. Feelings. Political correctness! All of that shit did was create more animosity and ill will. If they allowed people to live their lives and not tell people how to live, things would have been fine. As long as people just minded their own business and didn’t physically harm anyone we were going to be okay!”
Shad stood up and stepped to his father inching within a feet of Norman.
“ What are you, living in a dream land?” Shad shot back. “There Is a lot of bad things happening out there dad. It’s time we took back this country and the good people started taking back the world in general. You can blame the government all you want, but the people voted our past and present leaders in and they themselves are to blame for their actions and nothing else.”
Norman noticed his arm was still raised, pointing, and immediately dropped it to his side. He was still fuming and he took a breath.
“ Son, you don’t see the big picture here,” he tried to lower his voice a bit and succeeded in doing so. “Yes, we voted them in. Yes, we should not blame anyone else for our actions. But, son, a father is a leader to his family and I tried to do a good job for you. I hope I did?”
Shad, tension still tightening his jaw, his eyes blazing, nodded.
“ So if I did, I am your leader, your tone setter, I set the standard,” Norman continued. “Sure, if I beat your mother, which thank God, I don’t and you copied me, it would still ultimately be your bad. But, I am the one who set the tone and who would I be to judge only you? Punish only you?”
Shad, stubborn like his father, said nothing.
“ These crooked, alleged, leaders of ours are the ones who set the table and society willingly sat down and ate from it,” Norman stepped closer to his son, reached out and place a hand on Shad’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “But the question is, if we all get sick from food poisoning do we take the blame for eating the meal or does someone ultimately have to punish the cook too?”
Shad looked
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